The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

Elias Thorne’s left hand was not his own. It hovered above the damp surface of the oak desk, fingers splayed in a rigid, claw-like arch, while his actual hand, the one attached to his shoulder, lay flat and trembling in his lap. The reflection in the darkened window of the archive room showed the anomaly clearly: a pale, spectral replica of his limb, moving with a delay of exactly one second,...

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